If it weren't for wanting to maintain his image, he would even feel like shaking his legs with excitement.
However, after calming down, he realized another problem—
—he had never gone to school.
His childhood entertainment was slaughtering Demons, when he got a bit older, it was taking guns to the Lower City District to kill the Codeless. Later, after learning to smoke, he began smashing their skulls with lighters. When he extinguished the Flames, he also snuffed out the fires of his enemies' lives.
In his life, he hadn't done anything remarkable. Either he'd kill someone, knock them unconscious, or capture them alive.
He hadn't even read a book.
Because his heart could never settle down, always the opposite of his calm and icy countenance—restless and burning hot.
But now, for the first time, the Inferior felt regret…
He couldn't even think of a name or code that sounded good.
